SONG OF PRAISE
by Janet Martin
by Janet Martin
You draw away the midnight's purple awning
As the slumbering flower opens up her eyes
As songbirds herald the cool and tranquil dawning
A miracle before man's wondering eyes
As the dormant breeze awakes in gentle sighing
And passes through the trembling walnut trees
Oh, my awesome God, there's no denying
None but You bestows moments like these
The tumbling waterfall declares Your power
You bring a tree to sprout from hills of stone
You deck this world with sweet wildflower
And in the darkest night, I'm not alone
The mighty oak resides within an acorn
The warrior is a seed within the womb
And in Your love, You wore a lowly man's form
To place Your hope within the darkened tomb
The raindrops laugh upon the emerald pillow
Where grass and leaf, where fern and tree reside
The sunlight filters through the swaying willow
And croons a lovely song in morning's tide
Your love flows in torrents from the heavens
Your love flowed in rivers from across
Your love tells me that I am forgiven
And all I give for you will not be a loss
The heavens declare the beauty of Your glory
The earth bursts with the goodness of Your hand
While I repeat in awe love's old, old story
And in my hour of doubt, it's new again
You pour Your endless mercy like a shower
As I drink from the well that never dries
You whisper to me in this sacred hour
And paint Your mercy 'cross the morning skies
© Janet Martin
This special poem was contributed by Janet Martin. Janet Martin is a Christian, Mum, and Poet based in Canada. She can be contacted via her e-mail: janetruth.martin85@gmail.com.
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